Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
She fought the gorgeous storm with all her delicate strength Spent and tired, at last she fell giving in to the mighty wind.
Collecting porcelain pieces of her fractured heart the girl once so innocent, now wary and guarded works to ease the pain from the knifelike shards creating a masterpiece out of her broken parts.
Sadness suits you, telling your story by the candle’s quivering light drinking the fruit of the vine a cloak of panacea for the soul.
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